nonexistent.

- 6

BILLY KAPLAN
Wiccan

  Billy stirred whilst entranced in his deep sleep. He sensed the unfamiliar environment, even as he was unconscious. It was abnormally cold, but the boy was also aware of the considerable blankets stacked on top of him.

  Although the boy was evidently out of his element, he didn't feel unsafe. He had no idea where he was, but his slumber only continued because of his sense of security.

  Nearby, a mystical woman and yellow-eyed creature watched over the boy. He didn't sense them, but they were standing outside the window of the infirmary. The woman was lost in deep-thought, with an almost regretful expression on her face. The fuzzy creature had a three-fingered hand placed on her shoulder, in a manner of support.

  "I don't understand." she whispered to the man, unable to look him into the eyes. There was a looming theory, a committed horror... something the Witch couldn't shake the thought of. Her past was chaotic, but always effectual. Nevertheless, it seemed the remnants of it couldn't be more agonizing. She killed her friends to fulfill the desire of family. She killed for this boy.

  "We're mutants. We jump realities, and create our own. It doesn't always have to make sense or be righteous. As a good friend of mine once spoke, your past is your own. We make choices, and we make mistakes once in a while. Some are bigger than others, but in this lifetime, in this age... you can't live a day wondering if you did something wrong or made the wrong decision. You just... keep going." the demon-like figure trailed off quietly.

The woman knew this man very well. He was religious, and devout. Yet, he had every right not to be. He resembled a demon. He was blue and furry all over. He had sharp teeth and yellow eyes. His village even tried to burn him at the stake when his mutation developed. In that way, him and the Scarlet Witch were similar. But, they chose different paths. She had first chosen an idealistic hatred for those who felt darkness pertaining to her mutant abilities.

If only she'd known better then. Their harrowing hatred then was nothing compared to the hellish dangers that were provided to her species every day now. Yet, then, her fuzzball friend chose to see his mutation as a gift. He followed the Xavier promise, and believed in the mutant dream. Then, and now, he had every right and reason to be hateful of this cruel world. But still, he chose love and acceptance.

He chose the bright side. He chose The Spark. To the woman, he was The Spark. Hopefully, she gave the man's hand a squeeze. Then, she removed it slowly from her shoulder. The HW didn't sleep for anyone.

They wouldn't even sleep for the dramatics. In this case, the shocking revelation that this boy was the reincarnated soul of her son, William.

"I must go now." Wanda Maximoff stated, sending the man wide-eyes of appreciation. She didn't know what she would do without his everlasting support.

"Let me know when you get a read on Rasputin. In the meantime, I'll wait for him to wake up." he smiled softly, allowing his kindhearted ways to overpower the 'demonic' features of his appearance.

The Empress of Magic gave the Elf one last nod of appreciation. She then sashayed away, letting her red cape fly regally behind her.

  Once she disappeared, Nightcrawler turned his attention to the infirmary's security system. He typed in the passcode, then laid his three-fingered hand against the identification pad. It scanned, then he gave the code word.